The Carry-things of a Lioness
1. Lightning
Lightning's sting left its mark
on her fingertips: crisscrossed lines
spreading to destiny's palm
and then vanishing
into the Realm of the Gods
Like Lightning, who had come to her from above
and burnt its brand into her brain:
her heart, her hand
Which felt old and clumsy now
that Lightning was no longer at her call.
It was like a bandage always there
ripped off to reveal frail skin beneath.